East Coast Morning
Sky lightens and turns to shades of lavender and blue with pink flushed clouds long before the sunrise. Across the heaving bosom of the sea a brazen path extends , a royal carpet laid down by the sun. The east winds fling salt in your face and rattle palm trees till they drop, the fronds all brown and brittle, fallen feathers from some wilted bird just scattered on the rocks.Water hisses on approach and exit, climbing toward the wall, tide swirling fast and full. Coming in. Rounded rocks gleam and shift with subtle shades and hues of grey and pink, some blue and orange glowing in a watercoloured world, wet and dripping; now all covered, then naked once again beneath the sky.
Sky echoes sea, each mirror to the other, the dark of space turned blue by Helios' touch, the clouds angelic loungers in the dawn of Saturn's day.
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